Dear Cas,
Yes, I've heard the story, but you know I'd like to hear it again.
Sunday night, ten o'clock, my time, I'd like you to be waiting by your landline. My boss agreed to let me use the payphone after I closed up. I can't wait to hear your voice. It's been too long.
You arent a bad person, Cas. I wasn't exactly fond of my father either. With the way he treated me and Sammy, how could I have. God, I can still picture the night Sam asked if he could apply to college. It was awful. But that doesn't make me a bad person for not liking the way he treated us, does it?
Dean
